Mera Naya Bachpan

We all miss our childhood. That carefree time of fun without worries never returns. We are for ever stuck with the grown up world of endless worries, apprehensions and ambitions. Here is a very famous poem of Subhadra Kumari Chauhan about that lovely childhood Rajiv Krishna SaxenaKeywords: Childhood, memories, pain of growing up, daughter, mother, rejuvenation, energy, revival